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    Avoid the debilitating railride of crime
    Behind narrow bars of the blind.
    They can’t believe in congenial society,
    Craving for a world that is free.

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    Avoid the debilitating railride of crime,
    Behind narrow bars of the blind.
    They can’t believe in congenial society,
    Craving for a world of property.

    Big brother forms vital governments,
    To guard the social commitments.
    Advocants arouse their civilian hearts,
    To correct fools–an illegal part.

    The government agency makes claim
    That your behavior is to blame.
    Do the crime, then, waste some time;
    Providing a railride to the blind.

    Build a warehouse for the community;
    Lock the steel on the fraternity.
    Principle characters gather together;
    Mates-of-crime just get’n smarter.

    The train-of-mates grows another link,
    For this demented house to stink.
    Criminal fools sprout baby wings to fly,
    But legality fools can’t say why.

    Encountering man’s litigation should
    Raise bars to the criminal good.
    Governors defend the agency of man,
    Erecting a lockup to a ruleband.

    A sensible way–is, avoid a system train;
    Circumvent confines of the insane.
    So now, government corrects the crazy;
    Look!…and seek a better agency.
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    Want!…is a perilous taboo frought with sacrifice;
    Because, desire may generate a compelling vice.
    Victums should resolve without any satisfaction,
    For a worldly substance clings to confrontation.

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    Want!…is a perilous taboo frought with sacrifice;
    Because, desire may generate a compelling vice.
    Victums should resolve without any satisfaction,
    For a worldly substance clings to confrontation.

    Deprivation strengthens the weakness of mind,
    To produce freedom–with prevention in a bind.
    Whatever attraction engenders a kinetic desire,
    Should prove openly–pleasure isn’t a culprit liar.

    Intensification wants a reason to justify a taboo,
    For self-gravitation will gratify control over you.
    Self-control is a lifeform with higher intelligence,
    For securing a desire validates a true free agent.

    The real world is a cold cruel vice to reckon with;
    Redemption may purify behavior–in what you did.
    Truth claims: “action speaks louder than words.”
    Defiance of taboo…creates a socially misfit nerd.

    The conscious life balances a socialized pressure,
    Weighing the consequences of a taboo pleasure.
    A measureable wrong continues–’til a final right;
    Furthermore, a right requires a purification fight.

    Remain weak, if a choice demands no strength;
    Certainly, solid growth cannot persuade a geek.
    Perchance, but when a taboo comes your way,
    Hide your shameful face…with nothing to say.

    Share a sense with me…and my vulnerable house;
    We rely on a foundation-of-man, and not a mouse.
    Free agency is a path forbidden–to obvious fools;
    For, life is a condition that rallies an agent taboo.
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    Cool eyes disturb the soul–with a calamity;
    Perception alters the face of honesty.
    Innocence is betrayed to wishful judgement;
    Clever has shifted to discontentment.

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    Cool eyes disturb the soul–with a calamity;
    Perception alters the face of honesty.
    Innocence is betrayed to wishful judgement;
    Clever has shifted to discontentment.

    A conditional look emerges from the eyes:
    Pure peaceful truth shows-up as lies.
    Persuasion hurls a mind–to endless denial;
    Earth becomes reduced, as a mis-trial.

    This tender manuever uses a voice-of-cool,
    To connect reality–as an eternal fool.
    God declares man a free agent unto himself;
    But, he expects it idly…and nothing else.

    A conflicting issue requires a valid defense,
    So the argument makes a little sense.
    Otherwise, there’s no wisdom in the scheme,
    For to cling to lies–is an eternal demean.

    Who would believe unreal is right–for real?
    Wrong possesses no satisfying appeal.
    Exposure to religion lifts the heart to flight,
    Even until darkness surrenders to light.

    No comfort dare continue with a falsehood,
    To reveal hope…as the future should.
    Where is glory…in living without a Creator;
    A lost cause–is merely an aggravator.

    If mortal man has no reason–but to dream,
    Hope!…is more weird than it seems.
    With supernatural senses of God’s creation,
    An agnostic flees his condemnation.
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    Obscurity…trails in the wake of man’s knowledge,
    Where ambiguity offers intelligence–a double edge.
    Never awaken in the course to his comprehension;
    For, a fork stirs-up confusion with his apprehension.

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    Obscurity…trails in the wake of man’s knowledge,
    Where ambiguity offers intelligence–a double edge.
    Never awaken in the course to his comprehension;
    For, a fork stirs-up confusion with his apprehension.

    Between the ears of goodsense…is a matter-of-fact;
    Oo, but, between facts…is the sense of a rat-pack.
    Questions-of-perception reveal man’s course of travel;
    Ambiguous requires some specific meaning to unravel.

    Let’s get down–to the emotional turmoil of passion,
    Where love is expressed intensely through a fashion.
    Hate infiltrates love with a hard double-minded thorn,
    As meanness exposes the heart–with a tender horn.

    Tender love was borned–eons ago, on a rocky road;
    Resistance holds conclusive evidence…of love’s load.
    Harmonious attractions…arouses a dubious affection;
    No cruelty can exist, except…as a charm of passion.

    Children receive appropriate care, and act so rude;
    They benefit with a safe shelter–as parents should.
    Care!…overwhelms their naive comfort, as a threat;
    Confidence delivers cruelty–like someone never met.

    Adolescence are attended against all possible odds;
    And yet, puberty adroitly evades their flowery pod.
    Love overcomes normal things…without ambiguity,
    As long as man’s wisdom will serve double security.

    Until clearity comprehends the lot of an honest wit,
    Knowledge shall inhabit man…as an ambiguous pit.
    All intelligent life must calmly experience the same;
    And there!…no victumized half-wit needs the blame.
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    While you can still see the end of your nose,
    Make careful reference to the state of your soul.
    Lies reflect some absurd loose opinion,
    Which denies the gravity of a situation.

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    While you can still see the end of your nose,
    Make careful reference to the state of your soul.
    Lies reflect some absurd loose opinion,
    Which denies the gravity of a situation.

    She met the boy the same moment he met her;
    So, don’t chide the common meeting as a blur.
    Summon his critics to assess their worth;
    To draw a conclusion–to honor his birth.

    Truth is far from gossip-lies of a critic’s mouth;
    Like, honor is a separation of north and south.
    There lies his heart…reaching at his hand;
    The gentle jesture of love–melts his sand.

    Do your spectator eyes–see thru him like glass?
    Maybe! the length of your nose will kick his ass!
    They have the sacred right…of a nice kiss;
    If they wait for money, heaven they miss.

    You understand the mechanics of a yard-rake;
    But, measure the distance the human fly takes.
    The bicycle is readily exposed to your wit;
    Now, wonder if a complex airplane–fits!

    For money, you brashly destroy his chances;
    It is merely a misconception the critics plant.
    You trample his heart…below dirty feet,
    In reference to love he happens to meet.

    The length of a nosey-nose…is quick and cruel;
    If he can not counter a false belief, he is a fool.
    Whatever goes ’round, so…comes around,
    And will approach…as your nose is found.
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    Holding tightly to the reaching,
    Endeavor to study the preaching.
    Peace-of-mind–produces safety,
    For your birthright is completely.

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    Holding tightly–to the reaching,
    Endeavor to study the preaching.
    Peace-of-mind produces safety,
    For your birthright is completely.

    At the center of heavenly hope,
    There’s freedom from evil dope.
    Who dare sell soul’s perfection
    For a piece of Satan’s action?

    A hot iron could pierce the soul,
    When a heart is less than whole.
    Separation from God–is feared!
    For the troubled heart is weird.

    Come together with bolder senses,
    And combine the perfect chances.
    You are bought with a fixed price;
    Retain your soul, within God’s light.

    Shout praises! to lift fellow hearts,
    And never surrender…to evil parts.
    Learn love–by an impossible task;
    Obtain light…to remove the mask.

    Look to heaven–to ask questions;
    Fill your soul with divine solutions.
    There is right and wrong–enticing,
    To prove you are…foreverlasting.

    Securely obtain a birthright wealth;
    God does offer continueous health.
    Then, record your strength forever,
    And lay your trail–becoming better.
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    An innocent babe descends the birth canal;
    Imposing upon a scene so crude and proud.
    His quest-for-peace…encounters this world;
    Unraveling commotion from a sensitive swirl.

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    An innocent babe descends the birth canal;
    Imposing upon a scene so crude and proud.
    His quest-for-peace…encounters this world;
    Unraveling commotion from a sensitive swirl.

    A first impression faces a bewildered smile,
    Running juxtaposition with the muddy Nile.
    Among beautiful things that babes may see,
    Darkness covers earth–demoralizing shinny.

    Commencing a belief…thru his new condition,
    He belts out a scream to alter his disposition.
    His extremities petition for a desperate alert;
    A culprit swats his backside–as a gentle flirt.

    In a slight focus, he views wide-open space;
    To envision a perception for the human race.
    But, whenever…what should unfurl his mind,
    Cannot be so narrow, as what he left behind.

    Simple resolutions orient his clumsy senses;
    Penetrating the door that leads to chances.
    So, amidst a world, he beholds an awakening,
    Forgetting the fond memory…he is forsaking.

    Free info about this place where his soul dwells;
    It’s a far distance from heaven–closer to hell.
    Though he grops in darkness–for his right to be,
    Perhaps sweet memories will assist him brightly.

    Eventually, he suffers life, with ups and downs;
    Dodging projectile objects–hurled from a clown.
    While attempting a smile, he finds truth is free;
    This disturbing scene–relents toward Heavenly.
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    Man earns bread by the sweat of his brow;
    Never to offer his soul–a second thought.
    In lieu of bread, man craves tobacco fire,
    To furnace his soul…with what he bought.

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    Man earns bread by the sweat of his brow;
    Never to offer his soul–a second thought.
    In lieu of bread, man craves tobacco fire,
    To furnace his soul…with what he bought.

    Man’s senses are made to furnish his mind
    With substance…to arouse sense-of-touch.
    He touches the elusive world, while it fades,
    As the bread of his soul is ash, before lunch.

    Puff, the magic dragon, steals his attention;
    To satisfy passion and demand his friendship.
    Heaven fades from worship, into a contention;
    Far-to-far!…his god declines to launch a ship.

    By touchy sense, he notices the feel of touch,
    As misty eyes confirm–a pleasure in his lungs.
    Pleased with the cloud that subdues his hunch;
    God forms the tabacco leaf for a rowdy-bunch.

    Nothing known can match his senseless being;
    Just a moment’s touch-of-fire, is bread to him.
    The sweat on his brow–earns the praise to be,
    To obtain rights from God: to be out-on-a-limb.

    Since heaven…is far from this world-of-reality,
    It makes no sense–to ignore a world-of-sense.
    Did not the Creator make a sense-of-tranquility,
    By offering a taste-of-heaven–in self-defense?

    Reasons of man…”shall not live by bread alone;”
    But, a divine restraint–shall increase in wisdom.
    Live freely in the reality-of-substance, and see!
    The dragon god limits man–to an idol kingdom.
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    Ah yes!…but Capital, your high prices
    chip away!…upon this free society.
    Our God-given confidence falters rightly,
    walking the streets of our sobriety.

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    Ah yes!…but Capital, your high prices
    chip away!…upon this free society.
    Our God-given confidence falters rightly,
    walking the streets of our sobriety.

    You now, charge for commodities–like
    pride is a power-angle of freedom.
    The more wealth you seem to possess,
    the greater your capital kingdom.

    Pardon my impertenance, but look here;
    power claims a right to be valid.
    Prices align with a bold tactful system,
    to execute what the Jones’ did.

    If your demented design reflects an ego,
    your survival displays corruption.
    Since a free society is compelled to pay,
    prices push liberty beyond dimension.

    You claim a systematic law–to charge,
    for the cost-of-living is universal.
    Therefore, every poor American citizen
    must pray–for a costly reversal.

    The American dream–once set in stone;
    liberty is the hope that was sought.
    Freedom is not free, when lost in prices;
    going to-and-fro cannot be bought.

    Legally, you accuse!…citizen-compliants
    reflect peasants…with chips to glorify.
    And that people have lost the real dream,
    which money offers an angle to dignify.

    Unqualified, with a large degree of strut,
    citizens fail to realize this costly set.
    Your prices are designed by your genius,
    to wrap-up poverty in a bondage net.

    Lo and behold, if your ego claims validity,
    to corrupt the dreams of all mankind,
    Then, a lose of our liberty is also correct,
    to chip at power–of the legally blind.

    If systematic corruption claims to be valid,
    in building the tower of a wealthy ego,
    Then cold poverty of the masses must cite
    the American right–to come and go.
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    Man enters the world…in an ego mode;
    Placing pride to carry the superior load.
    He came…but a forerunner to the great,
    ‘Cause a rib was taken to form a mate.

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    Man enters the world…in an ego mode;
    Placing pride to carry the superior load.
    He came…but a forerunner to the great,
    ‘Cause a rib was taken to form a mate.

    Eve was given to Adam as a helpmeet,
    But a wiser story reveals a beddy sheet.
    Heaven’s eternal glory is not the world;
    Man was prepared for a beautiful girl.

    Helpmeet!…decrees a position for man,
    To govern the laws in a temporal land.
    Woman helps man with his carnal cares,
    While the purposes of God…fits the pair.

    Man’s duty gravels in the muck and slime,
    To assist his mate with a creation sublime.
    Heaven declines a crude glory in the wild,
    For the beauty of eternity…forms a child.

    History echoes…with the pride of fools;
    They esteem self–to have proper tools.
    Most every page shows man in the lead;
    But, an obvious truth–is woman indeed.

    Where is woman when man needs help?
    Suffering!…to obey God…all by herself.
    Temporal affairs…subdues man–in trial;
    He prefers the rib–to bring forth a child.

    Her captive love tenderizes man’s trials;
    Altering stress, for life to be calmly mild.
    While man labors–on his practical shod.
    The woman!…is man’s servant-of-God;
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    Believe it, my sweet, cause…here I am;
    I came just for you; thank you, ma’am!
    Attraction is my good reason to be here;
    Maybe we talk and laugh and dry tears.

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    Believe it, my sweet, cause…here I am;
    I came just for you; thank you, ma’am!
    Attraction is my good reason to be here;
    Maybe we talk and laugh and dry tears.

    Time swiftly enters the timeless sphere,
    When company is contented to be here.
    Attraction is the hyper-state of desires,
    Which soon mellow–with a mutual pair.

    Eyes are evidence–of a sure sign given,
    That a vibrant mood bounces with living.
    Talking…also helps to attract a reason,
    That brings an invitation within season.

    You behold me right here–before you;
    Tell me, what is your intentions to do?
    Will you just stand there observing me,
    Allowing our desire to drift out-to-sea?

    Your veins carry blood…to get me high,
    Cause loving vibrations are in your eyes.
    Come closer to me, and warm my hand;
    There’s no reason to stop–being a man.

    What I’m missing is unbelieveably real,
    Which offers a charming heart appeal.
    To tell the truth, it can be mortal bliss,
    Because company truth…is a real kiss.

    So, hey!…will kisses stimulate sensibility,
    Where affection enhances responsibility?
    Memories fade…and replaced with time;
    One kiss transforms into something blind.
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    Which comes first: acknowledgement, or some skill?
    Is a prophetic talent something that angels call real?
    Many are called–to anything, but not without effort.
    Surprize cannot be the order!…of a heavenly import.

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    Which comes first: acknowledgement, or some skill?
    Is a prophetic talent something that angels call real?
    Many are called–to anything, but not without effort.
    Surprize cannot be the order!…of a heavenly import.

    If mankind lacks the wisdom of the heavenly factor,
    No authority may consider him…for Godly character.
    Virtues will allude every man, who remains ignorant,
    Because God’s power will not grow into complacent.

    Before our holy Savior appears on earth–a second,
    Holy courage is required to reveal a lighted beacon.
    His coming must be forerun–by some prophetic man;
    And thus, unsettle complacency by his favored hand.

    Alas, feeble man thinks he knows, while knowing not;
    Devilish complacency settles within his narrow mind.
    Therefore, he is stuck on foolish signs–to miss alot;
    He would rather treasure ignorance, as well as blind.

    Pass the buck, and thus, lose your foolish soul to luck,
    For divinity did not create mankind…to wallow amuck.
    Doing goodly service is a rude nasty taste to the devil;
    All his naughty sins degradate–to judge a lower lever.

    A righteous man–cannot be known to blind ignorance;
    Nor will divine-calls come, without seeking the beacon.
    If wretched destroys our omnipotent God’s redemption,
    He feels threatened by the whole talents–of seek ‘en’.

    The true pointage-call of man to God’s humble service,
    Is to practice the talent that finally leads to perfection.
    Since holy prophecy is the ruling spirit of Jesus Christ,
    What fool will deny the talents–of God’s satisfaction?
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    I’d like to collect–all the credit,
    Finding needs to attend to;
    And then, give glory…all away,
    To where credit is due.

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    I’d like to collect–all the credit,
    Finding needs to attend too;
    And then, give glory…all away,
    To where credit is due.

    Me, and certainly, most of you,
    Are gathered here, as saints.
    This church was well organized
    To do what individuals can’t.

    The glory!…we, as mortal man,
    Is perfected in our God.
    He established an earthly realm,
    For saints to cure the odd.

    With principles stretching out,
    Needs are there to attend.
    The feelers of God’s Kingdom
    Are finding lives to mend.

    Where the saints are organized,
    With tender hearts that care,
    The Church of Christ expects
    Perfection is here to share.

    I arrive at the usual Christian time,
    Alas, but no one else was around.
    The work was quickly dispatched;
    Everyone was gone;…so, I found.

    The simple truth of the matter,
    I have the credit I can stand.
    If our Father is pleased with me,
    Glory belongs to you–O men.
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    Deep within the dreams of the promised land,
    Jack unfolds comfortably…on his dubious plan.
    His dream house is surrounded with a hedge;
    The weeds grow greener with a credit pledge.

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    Deep within the dreams of the promised land,
    Jack unfolds comfortably…on his dubious plan.
    His dream house is surrounded with a hedge;
    The weeds grow greener with a credit pledge.

    Jack’s hopes and dreams will arrive on credit;
    No plan is beyond reach, when numbers fit it.
    He has met the enemy, wisemen said it clear;
    He is the foe–sitting in his comfortable chair.

    High Jack!…who’s next on the credit agenda?
    Is anyone familiar, who knows your intention?
    You are the capital solution to a second stray;
    Folks need a crafty promise–to make you pay.

    Hey, anybody who claims to know credit jack!
    He is a mystic brown recluse in sunday smooth.
    There’s a snake-in-the-grass to take you back;
    He is kin to a dangerous walk–in sneaky shoes.

    Sadly, Jack works overtime to please his brain;
    Disguising the land of promise–in pouring rain.
    When it rains, it pours debt on Jack’s condition;
    He assumes a credit card to enhance creation.

    Jack’s beautiful situation belongs to the enemy,
    As the freedom to choose–a promise of plenty.
    He refuses to notice comfort, of being highjack;
    For he struggles too hard…to realize a setback.

    Jack has the promised right to become corrupt,
    So he continues ’til spending reaches bankrupt.
    It won’t be long until Jack returns to the scene;
    He is one in a billion who requires a credit need.
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    Ingest selection…clear to the bones;
    Simply…let the consequences follow.
    Eat whatever you like–on your own,
    Cause you have a selective swallow.

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    Ingest selection…clear to the bones;
    Simply…let the consequences follow.
    Eat whatever you like–on your own,
    Cause you have a selective swallow.

    Lunch will gulp down a delicious pizza;
    Suddenly, a dream meets a nightmare.
    Irresistable toppings enlarge the eye;
    Sizes doesn’t seem to concern a care.

    Ignore the mad carefree consumption;
    This is!…such a beautiful day to enjoy.
    If you choose what you like–this day,
    Perhaps the results may just be a ploy.

    That pizza increased your waist size;
    So!…blame it on cunning market lies.
    Anyway!…there were veggies on top;
    You ate it all, but then, couldn’t stop.

    Delicious starts to absorb your mind;
    Finally, the taste buds become blind.
    Your sad life…revolves around food;
    The fat passion is a monster to lose.

    The moon appears to be a pizza pie;
    A captive love-story makes you cry.
    Round increases…around the house;
    TV lounging is a consumptive louse.

    But, everyone eats to make life real;
    Nothing is needed–only food appeal.
    It is hopeless to escape your TV trap;
    Put your passion on pause–for a nap.
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    Occasionally, human relations requires a code,
    Cause offense steals-in to inject a disturbance.
    Unsettling, though it be a clever–devilish load,
    Offenders could deserve the virtue of patience.

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    Occasionally, human relations requires a code,
    Cause offense steals-in to inject a disturbance.
    Unsettling, though it be a clever–devilish load,
    Offenders could deserve the virtue of patience.

    Tact protects to give honesty a proper chance,
    For human value…is indispensible to the cause.
    Diplomacy offers balance to this wicked dance;
    And thus, allow offenses to stumble–at a loss.

    Integrity is wise enough to conceal a blunt pain,
    By offering–no degree of rash and rude offense.
    Offense is already an issue in a tacomatic brain;
    Why compound the stress with an unruly sense?

    Realize, of course, unbalance needs correction,
    Where evil design declines to oblige the human.
    Only calm diplomacy…is sensitive to protection,
    To right-a-wrong through the civil right-of-man.

    Recognize the probability of alleviating a danger,
    By selections!…in steps, that a dance may take.
    A wicked offender…is hardly careful of his anger;
    Evilians can not possess diplotact–for mansake.

    The great majestic diplomate–we have known,
    Presents favorable lessons amongst contention.
    He brought glory to light–thru a parable shone,
    And gave us our chances, to incase pretention.

    Code hints at confusion to reflect a mirror image,
    That oppose the devil, as we dance with a parry.
    The diplomatic code is a tool for a wise language,
    To vary the approach, when solutions are wary.
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    Sad neighbors originate from a sourceless echo;
    An empty judge wants for a compassionate soul.
    His miserable longing…keeps intense association,
    ‘Cause bitter revenge demands social protection.

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    Sad neighbors originate from a sourceless echo;
    An empty judge wants for a compassionate soul.
    His miserable longing…keeps intense association,
    ‘Cause bitter revenge demands social protection.

    Serve man’s noble selection–a helping of backtalk;
    And prevent his endeavor…to starve a fickle walk.
    Ease around narrow ignorant tables…with a rumor;
    Provide a mean social course–a malignant tumor.

    Perhaps a subject places man…for bacon and eggs;
    Digesting with his painted plate…for a crafty edge.
    Each careful maneuver dips his substance of habit,
    To smear on polish…as the wealthy may declare it.

    Repetition is a message of a valid infamous opinion,
    For dinnertime reoccurs daily–a routine dominion.
    Spread over-time, to displeasure his wild attempt,
    For damned paranoia executes the ultimate crimp.

    An honest degree, a compelling plea will finally rot;
    Bacon and eggs will relinguish with the money-pot.
    Oh, the displeasure of pleasure from a social heart;
    Not all dishy plates afford the money pleasing part.

    Man bears the prison of his pleasureable sentence;
    Underestimating the value of a beautiful existence.
    Jealousy protrudes from his sick wirey mind of pain,
    As he accuses a distant kind of pleasure–to blame.

    Balance takes patience with the merits of wisdom,
    As the sourceless echo rings a neighbor’s freedom.
    Want of compassion…takes an empty judge apart;
    He’ll never survive a bettersense…without a heart.
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    Heaven has dispatched man’s dream boat,
    With miraculous freight designed to float.
    Nothing but love aligns this baffle dream;
    So God blesses creatures with sunbeams.

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    Heaven has dispatched man’s dream boat,
    With miraculous freight designed to float.
    Nothing but love aligns this baffle dream,
    So God blesses creatures with sunbeams.

    Once, darkness filled two hearts with halt;
    Finally, light shown through mortalized salt.
    Dreams savor the flavor the boat brings-in,
    When two delightful lives–love to blend-in.

    The salt of the earth–is heavenly divinity,
    As something in substance…offers dignity.
    Time is of the essence for magical dreams;
    For, tho’ time winds down, eternity begins.

    There is a proper wedding–under the sun,
    So that man’s strength…loves to have fun.
    Marital power produces dreams-of-matter;
    As a matter-of-fact, loneliness will shatter.

    A marriage for love, which coins can’t buy;
    For a life of quality discovers reasons why.
    A holy love will mingle coins with the poor,
    To open heavenly windows…sharing more.

    We have patiently waited upon the Lord;
    Until, He comes to show us…who we are.
    Better than self, God sees ever true need;
    Heaven wants us to dream, without greed.

    This dream boat…carries a love for reality;
    It is an endless arrangement thru eternity.
    The blessings of God…are miracles of love,
    When serenity opens us to heaven above.
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    Heaven’s Estatement: “plan-of-happiness”
    All depends on the choice of righteousness.
    Any force-of-habit lacks the power to take
    A freedom seeker–through the golden gate.

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    Heaven’s Estatement: “plan-of-happiness”
    All depends on the choice of righteousness.
    Any force-of-habit lacks the power to take
    A freedom seeker–through the golden gate.

    To come nearer to God, requires freedom;
    His children-of-love may enter the kingdom.
    God’s eternal realm would cease to exist,
    If Heavenly Power…forced God to persist.

    All of creation must have their opposition;
    Of course, God advises a good disposition.
    Life is sweet…to be a righteous bound soul;
    Though, good is bitter…for a misguided fool.

    The misery laden soul…is not a pretty sight;
    But, he must be true to the opposition fight.
    All of God’s children must battle to choose
    His eternal fight–for the freedom to loose.

    When freedom came to a fork in the road,
    He discovered that “good” is an active load.
    God’s human souls have gone a stray-way,
    And found misery in the soul’s right to pay.

    Explain why Heaven’s law offers a choice?
    Aren’t children of God…still most precious?
    Oh, mortals can have no righteous freedom
    Without determinance to choose a kingdom.

    Ole Satan claims: Heaven to be inconsistent,
    While he rages uncomfortably in his condition.
    It’s difficult to be a devil–of something good!
    He’d rather do mischief, than what he should.

    The devil is entrapped with the things of evil;
    ‘Cause, his thing is–agitate souls to be devils.
    Evil…effects Father with some Heavenly pain,
    ‘Cause His children have chosen an evil stain.

    Truely, freedom is the devil’s diminishing lot,
    Because a privilege to choose is what he got.
    His opposition offers many selective wrongs,
    Which enhance the wise–unto God’s throng.

    Why look to God!–going through all this crap?
    Just remove the world; so, don’t take the rap!
    Guilty complaints…against essential freedom,
    Affirms that evil isn’t ready for God’s Kingdom.

    Old Habits are persuasive thoughts to follow;
    Satan affects their use in a miserable wallow.
    Mortal liberty…gives man the freedom to fall;
    At least, until an old trap slams him to a wall.

    Note: “Thy Kingdom come; thy will be done”
    That is, if man chooses the right kind of fun.
    At any rate, God’s power will never diminish;
    True freedom…must honor Him to the finish.

    God’s dexterity has proven a righteous power,
    For good is better!…during the selective hour.
    That old devil’s existence, Satan boldly denies,
    Who chooses to be bound to a freedom of lies.

    Each of God’s children have a choice to make:
    “Wallow in mire”, or decide for Heaven’s sake.
    They have the freedom to reach down for hell,
    Or, praise endurance–ringing God’s glory bell.
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    Expectations press-on…to force an issue of social cancer;
    Searching for questions, but alas, finding elusive answers.
    Achievement arouses a discontented establishment of man,
    Raising eyebrows…to believe much more than he can.

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    Expectations press-on…to force an issue of social cancer;
    Searching for questions, and finding elusive answers.
    Achievement arouses a discontented establishment of man,
    Raising eyebrows…to believe much more than he can.

    Bewilderment races…like a rabbit dodging thorn bushes;
    His condition is smothered with shoves and pushes.
    Clinging to a thread of halfwit, society imposes a chase;
    He desperately attempts to fit-in a whimsical pace.

    Faster is better, with a strength to overcome the worse;
    Until, failure defines a measurement of the purse.
    A gold opinion subdues the capacity of an honest man,
    For the joke is on the house–“built upon the sand.”

    A chase moves beyond the normal capacity of the mind,
    Expecting the worse to be merely a simple kind.
    More lies, and social whys, lie beside man’s understanding;
    He resolves to cope wisely…upon a proper blending.

    Fools are afoot, running toward solutions that seem to fit,
    Only to discover the question and answer wasn’t it.
    Social expectations will fool the wisest form of wisdom,
    When norms come to be determined by the dumb.

    After all is said to pass a bill, set-rules to be just and true,
    Rightful causes render expectations on what to do.
    The original demand ask a question to establish an answer;
    So, proper forces-of-power may address a cancer.

    When gentle demeanor unravels some socialized twisting,
    Management produces a reward of patient insisting.
    Let all expectations recieve a measurement of treatment,
    And then hopefully, allow fresh restful contentment.
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